Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 645

“Charlotte,” says my Master. “Turn a little. I want to see you.”

Obediently, I turn, Michael following me from below. “Good girl. Now play with your nipples. Pinch them and roll them. Get them hard for me.”

Again, I obey, but with difficulty, as I am being distracted by Michael’s parting of my pussy lips with his fingers, his fingertip exploration inward, and the heat of his breath over my thighs. I am already wet as his fingers slide in, then thrust sharply upwards and…and…what?

Gasping, I stagger, an exquisite sensation piercing upwards through me. “What…? How…?” I don’t know how to frame the question.

Michael saves me the trouble, grinning as he pulls back to look up at me. “It’s your G-spot Charlotte. I love making women jump that way, more so when they don’t expect it.” He watches my face, his fingers insistently pushing and sliding against my inner walls. Self-control failing, my knees begin to buckle and I flail out, seizing him by the shoulders to keep my balance. “That’s okay Charlotte,” he says. “Lean on me. Let’s get you nice and liquid before James and I fuck you.”

He is succeeding. His hand is slippery with my pussy juices, and I can hear a sort of suction as his fingers work my inner wall. Staggering again as his thumb joins the party, flicking against my clit, I gasp and buck, struggling now to stay upright.

“Time to get you off your feet girl, I think,” he says. “What do you reckon, James?”

“Couldn’t agree more.” And I am swept up by two pairs of arms, deposited on the bed and pulled upright, but on my knees.

Kneeling on the bed, I am sandwiched. My Master, close behind me, hooks his arms under mine, pulling me backwards, and supporting me against his chest. His hands slip down over my belly, through curls, to my pussy lips, fingers parting me, exposing my clit and cunt to Michael, displaying me. “Open your legs further,” he whispers to me, his face close to mine, skin hot against me, fragrant with sweat and wine.

I am acutely conscious that I am naked, more than naked, exposed, whilst these two men are still fully dressed. True, both have erections obvious through their clothing but…

As Michael drops down between my thighs, my Master’s voice whispers again. “Watch him. Watch his tongue curl around your clit. Look in the mirrors.”

In the pale golden light of the candled mirrors, Michael laps at me. As the tongue slides over me, electricity firing up through me, the voice continues. “He’s tasting you. Your sweet pussy. Just as I did last night. As I’m going to again in a little while when he has made you ready for me. Are you wet Charlotte?”

“Mmm, yes,” I choke out. ‘Wet’ is the wrong word. ‘Flooding’ would be more correct. Michael’s working of my bud and lips is driving me gently crazy, my engorging sex pulsing under every stroke and movement of his tongue.

“Can you support yourself on your feet? Lift your hips upwards?” asks my Master, still close to my ear. “I’ll help support you.” Michael clearly hears him too, and glances up, grinning.

“I think so Master.”

“Good, one, two, now,” and as I lift myself, my Master heaves me up, spreading my legs wider apart. “Excellent,” he continues. “Now he can really get at you. But you’re not allowed to cum. Not yet. Do you understand? You can’t cum yet. I want to watch you awhile longer.”

“I think so Master, but I’m not sure how to stop it.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll stop it. And so will Michael. You’re not going to cum until you’ve earned it.”

“How do I earn it Master?”

My Master, entering my pulsing and engorged pussy, makes me gasp anyway, and, as my mouth opens, the cock in front of me presses against my lips. A voice says, “Suck it Charlotte. Lick it.”

Looking at the size of the thing, I’m dismayed. I can’t possibly get this all in my mouth. I have read of, seen films of, how a woman is supposed to take a man’s cock all the way into her mouth. With the reality facing me, it is impossible. I do my best, licking at the silky skin of the head and the ridge, tasting for the first time, a man’s pre-cum, a strange salt-sweet-bitter taste mingling with the musky scent of his skin and groin.

“Very good Charlotte.” I am not sure who says it. My Master is pumping me at the rear, still firmly gripping my hair, keeping my face level with Michael’s shaft and balls, despite the rocking movement of him fucking me.

Michael is holding me, supporting himself on my shoulders. As I open my mouth wider, to try to accommodate his cock, to suck him, his hips start gently to thrust as he face-fucks me.

It is strangely satisfying, this sensation of being filled from both ends. I hear gasps and groans, but am uncertain as to where each is coming from. The cock in my mouth, already large when I first wrapped my lips around it, seems to be growing ever firmer and thicker, while a thin stream of creamy fluid is filling my mouth and dribbling from my lips. As it presses deeper and harder into my mouth and throat, I begin to gag.

“Feel like a change Michael?” asks my Master’s voice.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

The cock in my pussy abruptly withdraws, as does the one in my mouth.

“I think I’ve decided Charlotte,” says my Master, slapping me on the rump as he does so. “I’m going to be the one who comes in your mouth. But first, you have to lick me clean. Let’s get you trained up a little in the gentle art of cock-sucking.”